With a soft click, the door shut, and the man vanished into another room, the entire sequence lasting but a mere few seconds.
From my vantage point, just as he emerged from the bathroom, I could glimpse his face, but it was obscured by a towel.
By the time the towel no longer covered him, all I could see was the top of his head and then his back, until he disappeared.
Frustrated by the lack of answers, I settled down to wait in the attic, but as time passed, the lights in that room went out, plunging the house into darkness, and I could see nothing more.
Soon, the room filled with the distinct sound of snoring; the man had fallen asleep.
Reluctantly, I gave up.
I turned and lay down on the dusty attic floor, closing my eyes to rest, my eyes aching from strain.
At that moment, my mind raced: Was that man Michael?
Although I hadn't seen his face, I had memorized his physique.
Firstly, observing from above, I couldn't determine his height due to the angle.